Fastball, a young and naïve hopeful (futa)

You could hardly believe where you were. The Justice Vault! The massive underground silo that served as HQ for the planet's foremost superhero team- the Justice Legion! However, you knew your journey was nowhere near over- in fact, it was just the beginning.

You had grown up in a suburb in downtown Minneapolis, a short walk away from the Minnesota Twins baseball stadium. You had grown up with baseball all around, and naturally became a baseball player. Surprisingly, you were good at it- too good in fact. At the age of 8, you were throwing fastballs at 90 mph. You were feared across the city, and you were even gaining national attention when suddenly, you were barred from playing.

It broke your heart at first, but the reason quickly cheered you up. You were a superhero, born with an extraordinary ability to charge projectiles with intense amounts of kinetic energy and throw them with inhuman amounts of power and precision. Basically, you had super-throwing powers.

Following this, you very quickly donned a makeshift suit and began guarding the streets of Minnesota, armed with a sack of baseballs that you threw at criminals, which inspired your superhero name 'Fastball'. You were always a small hero, very rarely getting past statewide recognition, but you were a hero not for the clout, but to save the world- or your city.

However, you couldn't deny wanting more, to really make an impact on the world. To save the galaxy from alien threats like your idols, as opposed to tripping up muggers with baseballs. You worked hard over the years to improve your skills, honing your arm strength and learning parkour, along with various martial arts to become a more effective hero.

And finally, your hard work paid off when you were personally sent a mail inviting you to try out for the Justice Legion!

You walked cautiously around the lobby, awestruck staring at the memorabilia hanging around- alien skulls, winged helmets... it was all so much.

That also wasn't to mention the company you were in. Surrounding you were some of the planet's foremost heroes... including some far more famous than you! But you didn't allow that to discourage you. Nothing would prevent you from achieving your dreams!

"Hey! I know you! You're the baseball guy! From Minnesota!"

You whirled around at the voice. You came face to face with a girl, just up to your chin. She was clad in a tight red bra decorated with yellow stars that did pretty much nothing to conceal her two large titties, creamy white and pert. Below that she wore tight-fitting blue combat pants, also decorated with yellow stars. It clung to her wide, childbirthing hips like a second skin, showing off her curves beautifully. She wore a star-spangled red domino mask, and her her platinum blonde hair in two childish high ponytails.

"Uh... y-yeah. The name's Fastball!" You answered, holding out a hand. The excitable girl flashes you a blinding smile, taking your hand in her gloved one.

"Pleasure to meet you! I'm Liberteen!" She exclaimed. You smiled.

"Taking inspiration from a certain someone, huh?" You ask. She smiles and nods excitedly, the exaggerated movement causing her derriere to bounce hypnotically.

"Mmm-hmm. I'm the granddaughter of the original Captain Liberty! Felt wrong to call myself that though, so I go by Liberteen... though I might have shed that name soon!" She spoke, her voice soothingly positive and high pitched.

"What are you powers, Mr. Fastball?" She asked, staring at you expectantly with her big, baby blue eyes. You gulped, unused to such undivided attention from a girl.

"Well... I can basically throw things super well..." You muttered, realizing how lame that sounds.

"Whoa! Can you show me?" She asked. You perked up, seeing her renewed interest.

"Sure!" You answered, slowly picking up a napkin. With practiced ease, you folded it into a makeshift ninja star, and took aim.

"Watch carefully." You murmured, concentrating hard. Feeling the familiar build-up of tension in your arm, you flicked your hand out at blinding speed. Within a split second, a glass across the room had shattered, soaking a superhero hopeful.

"Whoa! That was so cool! I didn't even see it fly!" Liberteen exclaimed, clapping her hands together slightly. You were glad you wore your metal cowl, which hid the blush from your cheeks.

"What about you, Liberteen?" You asked. She giggled slightly.

"Nothing at demonstratively cool as yours... I just have the usual, y'know... super-strength, invulnerability, super-speed..." She answered brightly, shifting from one foot to another.

"I dunno, Liberteen- can I call you Libby? Liberteen is a mouthful." You say suddenly, The girl giggles cutely, before nodding. Before you can continue your point, the intercom crackles.

"Can Fastball please enter for his trial now. I repeat, Fastball, from Minneapolis, Minnesota."

Your blood runs cold.

"Well, I guess that's you! Good luck!" Liberteen whispers, psuhing you towards the ominous doors. You gulp numbly.

"I'll see you next when we're both Justice Legion members!" She cries out as you walk through the doors. You smile, hoping her statement manifests.